He's only silent because he's too thick to string two words together.
Training for the ballet, Potter?" yelled Malfoy.
Things denied, things untold, things hidden and disguised.
You have to kill a lot of trees before you write anything good.
Studying the young woman’s long thin legs, Tessa wondered how different her life would have been if she had had legs like that. She could not help but suspect that it would have been almost entirely different.
The world had ended, so why had the battle not ceased, the castle fallen silent in horror, and every combatant laid down their arms?